CAPO 3
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
DmEm
What do you think my brain is made for
Am
Is it just a container for the mind
DmEmAm
This great grey matter
DmEm
Sensei replied what is your woman
Am
Is she just a container for the child
DmEm
That soft pink matter
Am
Cotton candy Majin Buu
DmEmAm
Close my eyes and fall into you
DmEmAm
My god shes giving me pleasure
DmEm
What if the sky and the stars are for show
Am
And the aliens are watching live
DmEmAm
From the purple matter
DmEm
Sensei went quiet then violent
Am
And we sparred until we both grew tired
DmEm
Nothing mattered
Am
Cotton candy Majin Buu
DmEmAm
Dim the lights and fall into you
Dm
My god giving me pleasure
EmAm
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
DmEmAm
Pleasure over matter
[Verse 2: Andre 3000] Just repeat Dm Em Am for the rest of the song!
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I aint myself at all had to tell myself naw
Shes better with some fella with a regular job
I didnt wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car drove far
Fars too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
Im building yall a clock, stop
What am I Hemingway?
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
Youd need no other man
we d flee to other lands
Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood
Youre good at being bad
Youre bad at being good
For heavens sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so motherfucking good
Make her swab the motherfucking wood
Make her walk the motherfucking plank
Make her rob a motherfucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver